Understanding the un-dead

“Killing zombies is my favorite thing…” my friend Steph hummed under her breath as she slammed on her game controller, taking out several ‘walkers’ as they rushed at her (or more so loped, considering she told me they were being extremely slow).

That’s how I spent my day off today, watching my friend play a video game revolving around being trapped on an zombie infested island via Skype.

Update: She just ran into a bus…again, I know who I’m not driving with should the Zombie apocalypse come. Besides she just threw a signal flame into the air, attracting god only knows how many zombies…now she’s actually asking the zombies to “come play” adding on that it’ll be a “nice fun game of me STABBING YOU IN THE FACE!” Anyways, back to the point of this blog.

A few weeks ago I made a post explaining why I didn’t understand fandoms revolving around monsters, but I get the zombie thing now. I started watching “The Walking Dead” the other day and I feel myself slowly becoming obsessed with it.

And that’s what it is, it’s an obsession, a fad, you see these people kicking some serious zombie butt and you put yourself in their shoes, and it’s kind of awesome.

Despite how horrific it may be, it’s something to gnaw on (pun not intended,) It’s one of those scenarios to play out in our heads that entertain us when we’re not paying attention in class, or to our family discussing the latest news about the paint drying on the walls.

Besides, it’s as mindless as the zombies we imagine killing, and if there’s anything us humans love more than food, it’s mindless things.

As for me? As enticing as it seems, I’m pretty sure that if the zombie apocalypse came tomorrow I would be the first to blow my brains out. Masochistic? Yes, but true. I don’t really care for horror movies, and I really don’t want to be in the center of one.

Even if I do come back to life, at least I’m on the winning team, right?